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Hello, my dear readers. I am back with part four of my story. Without delaying even for a bit, let’s straight away get into the story.
Namrata aunty hit me on my thighs, indicating me to stop arousing her beyond her limit. We were moving towards our home. The raging rainfall continued to roar with all its dare. It was completely dark outside the car. Wherever the car flashed its headlight, only that particular direction or thing was visible.
Namrata aunty was breathing hard because of my naughty sexual acts. She was looking at me again and again and breathing hard. I was enjoying the whole damn scenario. I love these kinds of kinky acts with her. I then put my head on her shoulder and relaxed for a bit.
Rishi bhaiya noticed this from the car mirror and smiled. He said, “Feeling bored?” I replied, “Yeah. This climate makes me feel pretty sick.” He smiled again. But he didn’t have the slightest idea that I was having some of the most erotic moments with Namrata aunty.
These erotic moments were going to be relished by her and me for the rest of our lives. She was sitting on my right, so I placed my left hand on her lap. Her saree felt so warm. Her sexy chiffon saree absorbed the heat of her thunder thighs and her vaginal heat too.
Her pussy was wet, and her soaked panty was sticking to her pussy. Her petticoat was semi-drenched around her pussy area. The wetness of her pussy, along with its musky smell, everything was adding to the eroticism. My cock was painfully hard.
There was no way I could even get a handjob from aunty or even masturbate myself. I was left with no option but to wait till we get home. But whatever I did with her pussy, was giving me small tremors of sexual pleasure. I then put my head on aunty’s lap.
Aunty smiled by seeing this. Rishi bhaiya said to Namrata aunty, “He really should have been your son. He almost behaves like your little kid.” Aunty replied, “Yes, definitely. But he is a very naughty kid of mine.” They both laughed together.
I was getting a kind of smell through her saree that was killing me. I very well knew that her panty and a part of her petticoat are drenched with her pussy juices. With my left hand, I caught the edge of her saree and started lifting it. As expected, Namrata aunty’s eyes bulged out of sudden surprise.
She grabbed my hair, hinting me to stop. I kept lifting her saree and stopped after reaching her mid-thighs. I placed my nose between her thighs and took a strong sniff. The smell was out of this world. It was so musky that my whole body reacted to it.
I sniffed again, and my lungs were filled with her strong pussy odor. Then I dared to inhale once more, and that was it. My cock was too damn erect. I had to stop there, or else I would have gone mad with arousal. I kissed her thighs a bit, and then I slid her saree back to her feet.
I sat straight and leaned towards aunty. I said, “Aunty, I am not going to lie. Neither am I saying this to flatter you. Believe me or not, aunty, but your pussy smells fucking incredible.” Aunty took a sharp breath after hearing this. She looked at me with lust and desire in her eyes.
We both wanted to fuck each other right then and there. Then we both decided to calm ourselves down. There was nothing more that could be done. Continuously burning with sexual arousal was dragging us both to our limits. After a few minutes, aunty asked Rishi bhaiya to stop the car at a general store.
I looked at aunty with a question mark on my face. She said, “I need to get curds from the store.” So Rishi bhaiya stopped the car at a store. Both aunty and I got out of the car and ran towards the store by holding hands. The rain was so heavy that both of us were half-drenched by the time we got there.
We walked around the store searching for other food items. Then we came back in the car. Needless to say, that we both were generously drenched in that heavy rainfall. It was also a dark thundering night. Rishi bhaiya had to drive a bit slow, as nothing was visible properly. We somehow reached Namrata aunty’s house.
Rishi bhaiya said to aunty that she should get into the house. Aunty said, “You take the car and go home. We both are getting down here.” No one in our entire family denies Namrata aunty. She suggests with such love and cares that we all agree with her always.
And in my case, she commands me with such an authority that anyone would think she is my mother. So after dropping us, Rishi bhaiya took the car and was gone. I hurriedly unlocked the main gate. Both of us sprinted towards the entrance of her house.
By the time we both stepped onto the portico, we were drenched to the skin. We placed our shopping bags on a bench that was situated at the corner of the portico. I ran my fingers through my wet hair and glanced at Namrata aunty. She was holding her saree pleats in her fingers and was shaking them.
She was trying to drain out as much water as possible. She looked so sexy and hot while doing that. My sleeping cock woke up from its slumber. Then she saw that I was watching her with awe. Awe, that was filled with desire and passion. Her eyes had the same desire and passion as mine.
I walked up to her and pulled her closer to me. Now I was hugging her saree-clad wet body. I was breathing hard. Both our eyes were locked with each other. I was breathing hard, and I was aroused to the core.
I said, “Aunty, whether you believe me or not, it’s completely up to you. But let me tell you one thing. You are one the most attractive woman on this earth. And tonight, I want to make love to you till you lose your senses out of pleasure.”
After hearing this, her eyes seemed to be heavy, and her wet lips parted a bit. I could not control it anymore and locked her lips with mine. Within a few seconds, she grabbed my hair. We just lost ourselves in one of the most passionate and the deepest kisses of our lives.
I was kissing her hungrily. She was kissing me desperately. Her warm and juicy saliva was pouring generously into my mouth. I was even getting a taste of her lip gloss, which she often applies on her full soft lips. I was caressing and massaging her everywhere on her plump body.
Her fleshy body felt so sexy in her thin chiffon saree. And upon that, her already thin saree was soaking wet. Her wet saree was pasted around her entire body. Her huge ass felt so soft and fleshy in my palms. Namrata aunty was kissing me as if she was in a trance.
Both our lips were smeared with each other’s saliva. She even started moaning and whimpering while kissing me. This ignited my arousal, and I started groaning with lust and desire. We both were so aroused that we even started licking each other’s lips and tongue along with kissing.
In a word, we both had lost our minds out of passion and desire. Every inch of her back was thoroughly felt by my hands. Her wet blouse back, her naked lower back, her saree-clad huge ass, every damn thing. As I broke our kiss, a string of saliva was stretched between our lips and just broke off.
We both were breathing hard and fast. Without uttering a single word, I caught her hand and took her inside the house. The moment we got in, and the second I bolted the main door, I grabbed her waist and just munched on her lips. I started kissing her with lustful vigor.
The way Namrata aunty swirled her tongue in my mouth was fucking awesome. She was even licking my lips feverishly. I had never seen this side of Namrata aunty. She behaved so hornily that I was amazed at her sexual desperation. I broke the kiss and turned her around.
I started kissing and licking her entire back. I got down to my knees and mashed my face on her fleshy ass. The feel, the smell, the wet saree, all just ignited my lust for her. I playfully tried to bite one of her ass cheeks. She groaned lustfully and pushed her ass towards my face.
I just buried my face into her ass and rubbed my face against it. Then I caught the hem of her saree and raised it almost up to her ass. I buried my face between her ass cheeks and started lapping at her dripping pussy, on top of her panty itself. The musky aroma can get any sane man insane with lust.
I yanked her wet panty down her legs and removed them as desperately as possible. Her vaginal juices were flowing out of her pussy. I had to slurp all of her pussy nectar into my mouth. Slurping noises could have been heard if anyone had been nearby.
I was going nuts by the smell and taste of her pussy. I kept on sucking, eating, and slurping her pussy for minutes. All this while I had bunched up her saree around her hips. I stood up and commanded her lustfully, hold your saree for me, and she obliged.
I unbuckled my pants, and along with my underwear, I dragged it down my legs. I hurriedly removed them and positioned my rock-hard cock at her pussy hole. I rubbed my cock head a few times and then just jammed my hard cock straight into her burning pussy.
Aunty squealed at the sudden pleasure. I groaned deliberately at the sudden heat of her pussy. We both were aroused beyond our limits. So I just gave in to the moment and started fucking her like a sex-depraved maniac. The sounds of our fucking were audible.
Aunty was moaning like a wanton slut. I was grunting like an animal. I was gripping both her bunched-up saree and hips and was pounding her wet volcanic hole. Aunty started screaming and whimpering. She screamed that she was going to orgasm, and she did.
She shook so violently that I had to hold her from the back to support her. But I never stopped fucking her. After she calmed down a bit, I flipped her around. Her saree was falling. I caught her saree pleats and plucked them out of her petticoat. I pulled the rest of her saree and threw it aside.
I raised her petticoat in a hurry and raised her left leg a bit. I aimed my cock at her pussy, and plunged it in. She squealed at it. I started hammering her pussy meat hard. She had clutched my shoulders tightly and was looking into my eyes with intensity. I was holding her waist and was fucking her mercilessly.
She was moaning loudly now, almost screaming. I pulled the knot of her petticoat, and it just hung loosely around her hips. I kept fucking her hard. I then caught her blouse hooks and ripped them open. Her last hook got stuck and did not open. I pulled her left bra cup down and squeezed her breast hard.
She groaned loudly and dug her fingernails into my shoulders. I suddenly pulled my cock out of her pussy, and let her wet petticoat fall. Namrata aunty urged me hornily to plunge my cock back into her aching pussy. I did what she demanded and started ramming her pussy again.
She pulled my head and locked her lips with mine. Her hungry kissing and her lustful moaning triggered my orgasm. I broke the kiss and told to her that I am going to cum. She said, “Cum with me, my boy.” I fucked her with all my might, and then I came hard, very hard.
I grunted all the while I was orgasming. I was gasping for air. She was too. After we got back to our normal condition, I looked at her and kissed her. We lovingly kissed for seconds. Then I stepped back a bit, picked her petticoat from the floor. I stepped closer to her and wiped my sweaty face with her petticoat.
Although her petticoat was already wet, it hardly mattered. I tried to wipe her face too, but she snatched her petticoat and threw it away. The last hook of her blouse was stuck. I said to her, “Next time, wear a blouse that won’t dare to stop me from having my way with your soft milk pots.”
She made her eyes big and said, “Rahul, you are….” She didn’t complete the sentence. Then she said, “I never thought that you would be this raunchy and kinky.” I replied, “It’s all because of you, aunty.” She smiled sexily and hugged me.
Sorry, my dear readers, it got too long. I blend my real-life sex encounters with my erotic fantasies to make them more sexy and hot. You can send your feedbacks at [email protected]. Till next time, bye, and live in peace.